Cold, nimble fingers intertwines with yours, softly tightening its grip around yours. Matthias turns his head away as you two make eye contact for a split second. " I..just.. " He uttered, a pink tinge dusting his pale cheeks as he struggles to come up with an excuse of holding your hand.

A quiet sigh leaves Matthias' lips as he turns back to you. " I wanted to hold...your hand–It- It's warm... " He timidly excused his actions, his cold hand tightening around your warm one.